Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Every Single Shipping: Everyone needs love ❯ Analogshipping ( Chapter 7 )

Ok Chickies I'm skipping Anagramshipping because it's Malik and Priest Karimu, but I don't know who that is……-_- I'm looked it up every where I could think of ….I don't even remember him at all. If you know please tell me so I don't feel bad about skipping early on, but really this whole time, I just could find the guy….so I just can't take not updating….so here it is, me skipping to:

 

Analogshipping (Hiroto x Ryou x Anzu) That's Honda, or Tristan as he is known in the U.S., Ryou (bakura), and Anzu is Tèa ……-_-` great another threesome. Woot for me.

So Analog is (very simply) old technology……so my sad way for twisting that to fit my needs is, this will be an old fashion romance….^_^

 

^_^ This chapter is dedicated to the person who doesn't mean to make me cry, and doesn't know they do, but that I will always go back to because there is no where else for me to go ^_^

 

*on a side note, I was informed by someone, that `ammo' means `love' in some such language……now I'm sad, I took love, and made it into a projectile of death…..so Emo of me. For that I apologize. Oh well turned out okay right? Hehehehe…..

 

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As soft notes fell out of an open window, to reach some lover's ears, the couple couldn't help but think it sounded sad. A Violin was playing what sounded, at the time, to be a complex but laxly played classic piece. The lovers walked in the shade of their umbrella that kept them cool enough to stay in decently close contact together with out sweating too much, in the hot weather. The Music picked up just as they got out of earshot, it turned in to a frenzy of notes, eerie and sad but strong in that extreme sadness.

 

This new tune fell on a quite different pair of ears, and more curious pair of ears, most importantly a pair of ears that was willing to investigate the source of the enticing sound.

 

The dark suited man was young, on a stroll to help his think out his latest problem.

 

His fiancé.

 

`Master Tristan' was the son of the head of the Taylor household, and Miss. Gardener was the Daughter of another family in equally good standing. Only problem was Miss. Tèa was already in love. Tristan didn't know this boy's name only that he played the violin, hence the reason for his hate, and wonderment as the sounds spilling out of the large French windows.

 

Imagine Tristan's surprise to see a boy, tall and slim dressed up in some dress trousers and white button-down undershirt, with a violin tucked lovingly under his chin, and a discarded Over coat on the back of the chair meant for him to be sitting in. Tristan was entranced as the pale fingers ghosted a crossed the strings, still effortlessly belting out tune for almost incomprehensible beauty, there was no way to describe it, and the boy's beauty was a close mach. With his eyes closed is a kind of trance, and arm fluidly moving back and forth with the bow, caressing the strings into humming with pleasure and sound.

 

 

Tristan had never seen such a beautiful boy, pale white hair fluttered about his head in the slight breeze, long but not indecently so; looking as if, in his fervor, he had worked it out of a ponytail.

 

Tristan was about to leave when the song came to an abrupt end, and the angel boy in question opened his eyes, as if sensing the disturbance, reveling to Tristan the warmest milk Chocolate eyes ever beheld.

 

“W-who are you” The now shy boy called, body language transcended from confident to a concave curl inward, as if to protect himself from something. What Tristan didn't know, but he so wanted to erase the fears and see that look on the child-boys face again, to get him to play again.

 

“I mean no harm, I just heard you playing and stopped. It was truly elegant, but I have never heard such a song before, pray tell, what were you playing?” Tristan tried to sound non-threaten and pleasant as possible, but even as the words passed his lips, he couldn't make them stop sounding so eager.

 

“I-ah-Yo-You, um it was `Devil's trill'” the start of that sentence was spent looking at Tristan and ending looking embarrassed at the floor in front of him. As cute as it could have been, Tristan was tired of girls acting the same way, and couldn't quite get why people acted like that.

 

“You done practicing-um…..” The silent question hung is the air. `Dare to give me your name?' Tristan held his breath.

 

“Ryou.” He looked down at his own hands, covered in the white powder residue used on the bow, “My name is Ryou.” He looked up in to Tristan's eyes, both pleased with themselves for the given, and received information. Neither catching the other's smile of accomplishment.

 

“Well Ryou,” Tristan jumped over the Rose Bush and on to the window eat of the overly large window, “come with me.” Tristan grabbed hold of Ryou's small wrist, pulling at it firmly.

 

“B-b-but, my violin!” Ryou stammered chestnut eyes wide with surprise, but no fear, as he clutched the object in question close to himself with his free hand.

 

“Take it with you.” Tristan smiled

 

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“Tristan, thank you for taking my to see the sunset, really I do appreciate it.” Ryou smiled gently, holding the bow delicately, and the violin firmly in the other, almost afraid it would make a sound without his bidding, and ruin the moment.

 

“You could pay me back by playing for me again tomorrow. I want to bring a friend as well hope that's ok.” Tristan gave Ryou a sloppy grin, and turned to leave, “By the way Ryou,” Tristan looked back over his shoulder twilight night shining above him, night sky not yet obscured by the lamps, “my name is Tristan.”

 

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“Tristan, dear, if I didn't know better from the way you describe him, I'd say you like him.” Tèa commented from behind her silk tea glove. “So what is your little boy's name?” her smirk of mischief did not go unnoticed.

 

“Tèa for the last time it's nothing like that, his name is Ryou and he just looked so sad, couldn't bear to see a fellow male look like that, so I talked to him.” Of course Tèa knew her betrothed was living threw his teeth the moment he opened him mouth, but t the name her whole mind did double take.

 

“What did you say him name was?” she asked with false sweetness.

 

“Ryou.”

 

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“RYOU I DEMAND YOU COME OUT OF THAT HOUSE RIGHT THIS INSTANT!!!” Tèa's high pinched yell rang threw the whole block.

 

Standing out side his house holding Tristan by the ear as he desperately tried to nurse the swelling on his cheek from her hard right hook, was a girl with a vengeance. Ryou didn't want to talk to her, really he felt so odd as it was, now he had to add this to his complicated feelings? What's a boy to do?

 

“When you said you'd bring a friend….” Ryou trailed off.

 

“This wasn't what I meant!!!! Stupid girl.” Tristan then got a bop on the head and was silent.

 

“Ryou, we were getting along so well then you go and flirt with my fiancé?! How could you, I thought you cared.” She started crying, as Ryou came farther out of his house, bathed in the moonlight.

 

“I do care for you Tèa,” Tristan's heart sank a bit but he sealed him self from it, of course this is the way it goes, always this way, “but I think I care for Tristan too.” Now it was Ryou's turn to break down and cry.

 

“But I Love YOU Both!!!!” Three voices cried in unison.

 

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Wow sorry that ending suxed so bad ^_^ I got lay, didn't have the drive to go the whole way…..sorry again for the long time gone ^_^

 

To: Bishojo_shadow

 

Holy crud…I'm so sorry I didn't realize who you were…….you have written some of my favorite fanfiction, and wow…..you reviewed my crap….You.Are.Awsome. ^_^

Now I really feel loved…all warm and fuzzy….dare I say inspired…..

Hey there is a whole weekend head of me, maybe I'll write the other one…..have it done even quicker ^_^

 

 

Only problem is next session,……MalikxRyou I don't want to rush that I really like this pairing…. So I want to do well, unlike with this chapter, that I wrote wile riding an emotional rollercoaster…..oops, shouldn't do that anymore -ne?

 

grins evil

 

~kik